Losing your break Is that what he said? The flag will still wave Even after you're dead I'll be your American wife Like the eagle perched atop the globe We'll climb up above the smog and Live in blissful ignorance With a dog and a TV set Where we're flesh 'til we're fatter than our friends But I only play the fool very often I only bid my heart like a spade I like the gamblin' life You never know when you're gonna get the new shoes, keys and glasses You'll be barefoot, free from debt Blinded and wandering Then you'll be happier (Then you'll be happier) The wind used to come and nearly blow you over The wind doesn't move down these parts anymore And so goes the bartering life Blood for food then they'll strap you down And scream, Miami was pretty Before we were bitter Before we let our sadness litter the streets You offered your father could be mine We looked at your family tree And politely declined You have eleven siblings Who have ten broken limbs Nine divorces Eight broken hearts Seven grandkids Six bypass surgeries Five college degrees Four are sick, three are well Two are dead, ones in jail No one here walks away No one here moves away Come on to the grave Is that what I said? my memory fades When im drinking in bed I miss the soberin' life The comforter will not come on to me 'Til I'm a fearless, faithless Nothing at all cause No one escapes their life No one escapes their life No one escapes their life No one It may sound depressing It's just a life lesson In the barterin', gamblin' life I'll be your American wifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
